Poetry

Nathan's been quite into rhyming and playing with words lately.

Today while we were down in the garden digging up the potato patch, we were watching one of the chickens jumping in the holes as soon as I'd dug it out and eating up all the worms. I must have used the word gobble and somewhere in Nathan's memory a poem was remembered from a little book of poems that I have from my childhood. It was one by Spike Milligan called "A Thousand Hairy Savages".

A thousand hairy savages
Sitting down to lunch
Gobble, gobble, glup, glup
Munch, munch, munch

So he started trying to remember it and then the poem turned into one specifically for the chicken who was gobbling up worms for her lunch...(if only I could remember it).

Once back inside later on, he located the poetry book and brought it out for me to read from. He was focused on listening to those poems that rhymed and would announce if they did or not but found it interesting when I told him that many styles of poetry don't rhyme.